through black jade.
Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps
adjusting the ash-heaps;
opening and shutting itself like
The barnacles which encrust
there for the submerged shafts of the
glass, move themselves with spotlight swiftness
into the crevices—
in and out, illuminating
of bodies. The water drives a wedge
of the cliff
; whereupon the stars,
bespattered jelly fish, crabs like green
toadstools, slide each on the other.
marks of abuse
are present on this
strokes, these things stand
out on it; the chasm-side is
its youth. The sea grows old in it.